#protective alastor

[nunalastor]

The thing about Alastor is that as much of a bastard he is, he's incredibly protective of the people he's decided to care about. So what if Mimzy only ever comes to him when she needs him to bail her out of trouble? Bring on all the loan sharks and gangsters, he'll take care of that for you, baby girl.

So the angels of Hazbin Hotel may be possessive of him, but as he's absorbed into their weird little group, be becomes possessive of them in turn.

Velvette starts trying to get her hooks into Vaggie, the only angel in Hell who isn't an all powerful Morningstar. Well suddenly Vaggie's shadow is coming to life and digging talons into Velvette's eye sockets.

Seviathan is jealous that Charlie dumped him for a girl and decides to be a giant piss baby about it? Looks like Helsa's about to be an only child. (Temporarily. It takes a few months for the scattered bits of meat that used to be Seviathan to come back together. The Von Eldritches can't prove Alastor was responsible but the way the trust fund brat keeps mumbling about 'antlers' and 'dolls' while trembling in a fetal position means they're pretty sure.)

With Lucifer, it's a bit different because Lilith doesn't need to be physically present to have a hold over him. And depending on if you see Lilith as being Alastor's soul owner or not, there's nothing much Alastor could do about it. All Lilith would have to do is order him to relinquish any attachment he has towards Lucifer, and Alastor would be forced to comply.

Even so, when Lucifer still gets too in his own head about where he went wrong and why he wasn't good enough for Lilith, Alastor is all too happy to point out each and every one of Lucifer's flaws for him. This of course sparks a major argument, complete with angry accordion-ing and piano dropping. Later on, however, Lucifer realizes he'd completely forgotten about Lilith. If just for a moment.

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[inuhalfdemon]

Dirty Dealings

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New Orleans; 1950: in a moment of desperation, a young woman makes a Faustian bargain to live forever and is cursed to be forgotten by everyone she meets. Addie LaRue is determined to find her life's purpose: despite Alastor's cleverly placed entrapments. The radio demon may just find that he can be bested by his own game...

A fictional Hazbin Hotel prequel work heavily inspired by "The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue" written by V.E. Schwab.

Status = COMPLETE

Mature; M/F

Tumblr: Chapter 1: Chapter 2: Chapter 3: Chapter 4: Chapter 5: Chapter 6: Chapter 7: Chapter 8: Chapter 9: Chapter 10: Chapter 11: Chapter 12: BONUS ONE-SHOT: Chapter 13: Chapter 14: Chapter 15: Chapter 16: Chapter 17: Chapter 18: Chapter 19: Chapter 20: Chapter 21: MUSIC PLAYLIST

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54085216

[selineram3421]

What if after the Vox kidnaps reader one, the reader is having nightmares and hides them from Alastor until he touches them wrong or smth and they get really bad flashbacks and so Al goes CRAZY on Vox

(We stan overprotective deer man)

Mwuah~👌 Love this. This is after the story: In Your Control

Nightmare

Alastor & Reader Oneshot

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You've been having trouble sleeping.

Which hasn't happened since the last few months when you were alive. Instead of the little shadows its from the recent nightmares.

Most of them are about being in that damn basement with that flat headed demon, getting electrocuted or beaten.

Sometimes its both. Sometimes its worse.

You hate when its worse. On those days you can't think of anything else but the nightmare. Rubbing your arms at the thought, where the burns used to be.

No one knows about it and you don't want them to. You don't want to be a bother. You just want to ignore the nightmares until you can forget about them.

Today you had one of the worst ones. You just wanted to get a warm drink and hide away back into your room.

You'd think being a dream demon would mean being able to control your own dreams.

Mumbling a few curses, you hold the warm mug in your hands and take a sip of your drink, a sigh leaving your mouth after.

A hand is placed near the back of your neck.

"Good mornin-", Alastor goes to greet you, but pulls his hand back after feeling you flinch. "Darling? Are you alright?"

You dropped the cup and it shattered on the tiled floor, your hands went to cover the back of your neck. Flashes of last nights dream go through your head, making you start to fidget.

"--?", he says your name, making you look back at him. "Did I give you a scare?"

"Sorry, I just didn't get enough sleep last night.", you say with a light laugh.

Alastor looks at you confused.

They've never had trouble sleeping in Hell.

He watches as they mutter to themselves while cleaning up the mess. He holds back a frown, noticing their hands shaking.

Something's wrong.

"Leave it be.", he tells you, pulling your hands away from the broken shards. "Niffty will take care of it."

"It's fine, I can-", you start.

He says your name sternly, making you stop and sigh.

"Ok."

Both of you are now in your shared favorite nook in the hotel, sitting on a soft couch and you're holding a freshly brewed cup of coffee.

"Now, tell me what's been keeping you from getting a proper nights rest.", he says, preparing his own cup of coffee.

"It's not a big deal. I just couldn't sleep.", you tell him, taking a sip of your drink, burning your tongue a bit.

"I've know you well enough to know that you're hiding something.", he reminds you, using a spoon to mix his coffee and taps it on the rim of the cup before setting it down on a napkin that's on the coffee table.

"I'm fine, I promise. I just woke up and stayed awake. That's all.", you mumble, looking at the coffee in your cup.

"Very well.", Alastor says and downs his coffee. "Let's go see what the others are doing!"

"The heck!? That was a steaming hot cup of coffee!", you say in shock.

.

You wake up from another nightmare late into the night.

What you didn't know was that you screamed before waking and now someone was knocking on your door.

Fuck. Your brain immediately thought.

Upon opening the door, you find Alastor ready to start knocking again.

"Now will you tell me?", he asks with a tilt of his head.

You nod with a sigh, taking hold of his hand that he offers, making your way to the nook corner.

After a while of just sitting in silence, you finally tell your friend what's been causing the restless nights. Only speaking about a few of the things that's happened in them, not wanting to say what else your mind conjured up.

"Why wait so long to tell me?", he asks.

"I didn't want to bother you with dumb-", you say.

"That wasn't our deal darling, we're friends. Part of the deal was talking about nonsense. This is not nonsense.", Alastor reminds you. "I'll listen, no matter what it's about."

"Ok..", you mumble.

After making sure you fell asleep, Alastor got ready to go out.

"Hmhmm..hm~", he hums as he makes his way out of the hotel and through the streets of Hell. Static getting louder and louder as he gets closer to his destination.

The T.V. Studio before him looked a little too peaceful today....

He should change that.

Vox was in the middle of ignoring calls when the windows broke. "The fuck!?" Looking out where the window would be, the t.v. demon finds his rival standing just outside of the building.

"K̴͈̞̠̍̉̕ǹ̵͠ỏ̶̧̂̇̾̚c̷k̷̛̫͖̝͊̓̿͛̓̒̈́̎ ̴̛̖̲͉͙̦̫̗͒̉̋̊̆͐͌̅̚ͅk̴n̶̹̲̺̻̥̰͖͐̾́̌͜o̷ć̴̢̮̲̤̥͈̭͂̎͑͐̎k̴̳̭̦͖̥͊!", Alastor smiles eerily, pretending to knock on a door and uses his powers to start bringing down the television studio.

"ƗŦ'Ş ¥ØỮŘ ŦỮŘŇ ŦØ β€ ŦØŘŦỮŘ€Đ~"

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~

I suck at writing fighting scenes, so...pause? For now~

~Seline, the person.

Next! A oneshot ➡ Radio Silence

ML for Alastor🎙 | DD List🌟

[endara]

Alastor x Reader Chapter 7 out now! 🖤

Asexual/Demiromantic Alastor, Reader is AFAB and on the asexual spectrum.

Fluff + Angst + Protective Alastor. Kinda slowburn. Flashback type scenes with human Alastor and reader being a serial killer duo and falling in love. Childhood friends to lovers. Reunited after 100 years. Alastor is a mamas boy. Angel and reader have a best friends dynamic. Valentino gets fucked over!

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In the few weeks you’d been getting to know Alastor again since you'd reunited, you had never seen his full demon form from a distance like this. You’d had his shadow tentacles used around you once or twice, sure. But then you had been too close and distracted to really get a good look. It made sense to you now why so many people were terrified of him. His limbs were warped and extended in a way that made you feel uneasy. Dark, writhing tentacles sprouted from his back, two held him off the ground while another two held his victim elevated and pinned to the wall. The rest of them swirled menacingly behind him.

It was quite fascinating… In some strange way.

You couldn’t make out what Alastor was saying, all you could hear from where you stood watching him at the end of the alley, was the radio static emanating from him. Even from here though, you could see his smile cutting through half of his face, the corners of his lips were pulled to rest beside his eyes while he grit his teeth.

“Holy shit!” Angel Dust squawked from beside you when he finally caught up and spotted Alastor.

The Radio Demon reacted to the sudden voice instinctively, not registering who the voice belonged to before he’d sent a bin lid flying like a frisbee. It smacked Angel in the head and he yelped, his feet going out from under him as the impact almost immediately stunned and knocked him out.

In the few seconds it took for Angel to fall, you just about managed to grab under his arms before his head hit the floor. But you stumbled from the sudden unexpected weight, “Jesus Christ.” You exclaimed and looked up with wide eyes at Alastor, whose limbs were now back to their regular proportions and his feet were planted on the concrete.

At least by now, he’d realised who was watching him wasn’t a threat. He looked at you with narrowed eyes and a tight-lipped smile, the man behind him still pinned to the wall and begging you to help him. The poor guy didn't realise you had no intention of stopped Alastor's fun.

You planted your feet firmly on the ground so you could better support Angel.

When you checked on your unconscious friend, you sighed in relief, he seemed like he was going to be okay. His head wasn’t bleeding and he was breathing just fine.

“What are you doing here?” Alastor asked, his voice low and annoyed from the interruption. He also didn’t like the fact that he didn’t know how long you’d been watching or following him. Or why his sentient shadow duplicate hadn’t alerted him to your presence.

“Sorry. We didn’t mean to sneak up on you.” You answered, your voice strained from trying to support the weight of your much taller friend. Slowly, you were able to lift him up enough that his legs were the only thing dragging on the floor as you approached Alastor. “We were on our way back to the hotel when Angel spotted you. I just wanted to say hi and see what you were up to.”

Alastor watched you as you struggled to keep an unconscious Angel Dust off the floor, but he didn’t offer to help. If he were you, he would have dropped the pornstar onto the cold ground without an ounce of guilt by now.

He turned his head to shoot an annoyed death glare at his victim, all that yelling at you for help was starting to get on his nerves. The man whimpered in fear and cowered towards the wall as if it would protect him. When Alastor was satisfied enough by the reaction he got, he looked back at you.

“Why are you not at the hotel in the first place my dear? Did you forget there's a madman loose with your name atop his list?”

“Of course not. But I needed to visit my club to see how everything was going without me. I can't put my life on hold forever... I brought Angel with me, so I wasn’t alone- But he isn’t very helpful now you’ve knocked him out.” You explained, lifting your friend up slightly as you mentioned him.

Alastor laughed, moving his mic from one hand to the other and then looked at the limp Angel Dust in your arms, “Aha! I suppose that is true. Although I’m not sure he would have been much help while awake either.” He flashed a charming smile and shrugged, “But not to worry darling. Now you are here you might as well stay. I will ensure you return to the hotel unscathed.”

Read here <3

[melodyonthewireless]

Itsssss here, some Alastor and Sybil dancing moments. Chapter 14: When we sway, I go weak

[sybilsmelodyonthewireless]

That's the sugar on the cream!

These comments on my newest chapter sent me! Cheff's kiss.

Chapter 10 is out now, Alastor's POV as he reels from losing a game and finding himself indebted to our charming little deer MC.

[itsliyahhbih]

Fat nuggets’ thread 🩷🖤

[notherpuppet]

I just love the idea of Lucifer having to deal with this fucking guy every time he wants to see Charlie

[yorsue-dolly]

"You have to try harder than that next time, Old pal~"

He tried but ...

Poor vox

[mocamagical]

X-Angel Vaggie offering protection to the hotel. I thought this would be more fitting in the role reversal, she's got that angel expertise on her resume. And she's also offering to be a guest. Who can fight the logic that she's just an angel who wants to get back to Heaven. Alastor sure knows a charlatan when he sees one.

Also thank you for the kindness from the last post, thank you guys for joining me in my little AU dollhouse 🥹

[chaoticace2005]

Reasons the Mothman should die, collectively written by the residents of the Hazbin Hotel:

Coding for Characters: Vaggie, Charlie, Pentious, Alastor, Niffty, Husk, pretty much everyone

TW: References to abuse

He’s holding back Angel’s progress. (Vaggie, is killing really necessary?) (I am concerned about going after a Vee)

I’m hungry (ALASTOR!)

Ms. Angel gets nervous when on the phone with him.

His coat is tacky.

He’s a bug! And bugs must be DESTROYED!

So Angel stops feeling like he has to be so damn fake. This is getting on my fucking nerves.

HE LICKED CHARLIE!!! (Vaggie, wait it’s okay.)

Color scheme sucks. Purple AND red?!

He makes Angel sad, NOBODY should make Angel sad.

Those obnoxious glasses just make him look stupid.

He’s a manipulative, abusive prick.

ANGEL DIDN'T KNOW BOUNDARIES WERE A THING?!?!?!?!?!? (Honestly that explains a lot.)

NOBODY deserves to be in an abusive relationship.

Too many arms. Nobody needs that many. (...Angel has that many?) (Well maybe he shouldn't.)

Ms. Angel keeps coming home all messy!!

He’s ruining hearts for everyone. Me and Angel already have enough. At least those are on our bodies, what’s his excuse?

Hearts should not even be ASSOCIATED with Valentino, THIS IS NOT LOVE.

I can do without all the sexual depravity. While I am in Hell this is NOT one of the reasons.

If I have to hear that ringtone one more damn time-

The Eggies found some of his films. They should never be exposed to such horrors. Now I have to explain what “a sex” is.

Makes picture shows that are a disgrace to the idea of “entertainment.”

He’s making a bad name for Uncle Ozzie. This is NOT “lust.”

So we don’t have to listen to another one of Angel’s pornos. (Agreed, it’s quite horrifying!!)

So Ms. Angel isn’t tired when she gets home and can save the kinky stuff for then :) (Niff, really?)

So the kid stops coming home with bruises and cuts that I fix up at 3 am. (Husk, what the fuck?)

Because what the FUCK Valentino?

He keeps forcing Angel to do drugs. (HE WHAT?! Like crack??) (That but also I’m pretty sure whatever comes out of him is an aphrodisiac.)

I want to use his antenna as a backscratcher

Has that whole red color thing going on. Only I am allowed to wear red :) (Al, your text isn’t even red.) (My what?)

What is up with his red spit and smoke? Seriously disgusting.

The red stuff from him may be what allows Velvette to create her “Love Potions” which funds Vax’s stupid endeavors (Do you mean Vox?) (Who?)

FOR MY COLLECTION :D (…yeah okay.)

Really is making a bad name for Overlords. And not in the fun way.

Angel’s shown trauma signs of abuse in our meetings. Im pretty sure it’s Valentino.

Make a doll out of his fur so I have a main villain for roach puppet shows!!!

His only purpose is to keep Veks occupied but considering Vixen’s inane attempts to catch my attention it isn’t working.

So Angel can have his soul and he and Husk can run off into the sunset together like in a fanfiction!!! (Ah, yes that would be nice.) (WE WHAT?!) (Oh Husker, denial doesn’t suit you.)

So Angel can get a good boyfriend THAT’S NOT ME to stop these bullshit allegations.

So Angel can admit his feelings to Husker because our cat surely isn’t going to be the first to do it. (ALASTOR I SWEAR TO GOD!)

Who knows how many other people he’s abusing.

Seems to give Vicks confidence. He has enough of that as is. It much more fun to destroy him.

He makes Angel sad which makes Cherri sad!

HE HIT ANGEL!!!

Called my dear Rosie an "old hag" NOBODY CALLS ROSIE AN OLD HAG.

Angel is a good friend and deserves so much better.

I’ve forgotten what moths taste like.

He keeps trying to get Angel to move out :(

Told the kid he had to lose weight. What the actual FUCK. (Ill kill him.)

He’s annoying and looks quite stupid. How has this not been added yet?!

He’s making a bad name for Spanish speakers everywhere. (Yeah it’s embarrassing.) (Wait… what?)

He’s making a bad name for pansexuals everywhere.

He’s making a bad name for wing-holders everywhere. (HE HAS FUCKING WINGS?!) (Oh, yeah, I didn’t tell you?)

Too tall. This is ridiculous.

Won’t admit he’s blind so he’s become even more of a public safety hazard.

If I get one more transmission of him and Box commiting lascivious acts someone will be eaten. I don’t care who. What the purpose of these are I don’t know. Advertisement? (I think it’s to make you jealous boss.) (Ha! Jealous of what? Mediocre sex with a pathetic excuse for a businessman with a TV as a head?)

Because Angel deserves fucking better.

[zootopiathingz]

Charlie has to be the safest person ever. Not only is she the second most powerful being in Hell, but her Protection Squad™️ consists of her ex-exorcist angel girlfriend, a spider demon from a crime boss family, a former overlord gambler, a cyclops maid that will stab anybody if you simply tell her to, a snake war general with hypnotic powers, the motherfucking cannibalistic radio demon who has killed hundreds if not thousands of people just cause he can, and her father who is literally the FUCKING DEVIL

[inuhalfdemon]

Dirty Dealings (15/21)

Word Count = 2,666 Words

Rating = Mature (SMUT + Violence)

Chapter 15: The Shadow

When it happened; Alastor howled in such agony and anguish – he thought he might actually and truly lose all sense of sanity.

They didn’t leave right away, spending some time exploring the collection and to comment on the portraits that they liked. Others around them still looked and stared at Adeline every now and then; but no one approached either of them for the rest of the evening.

It was everything Alastor could do to not: throw a portal up, pick Adeline up into his arms and leave with her; right there in the middle of the studio in front of everyone. He was fuming. He hated the idea of her besting him here at his own game. The heat of his anger was only fueling another; he was incredibly aroused. This only added fuel to his fire; knowing that he had meant to take efforts this morning specifically to preventing this exact problem…another battle lost.

Meanwhile; Adeline was completely ignorant to his dark mood. She was enjoying the art gallery thoroughly, herself. None of the fears she had had; none of the looming possibilities of how Alastor might respond to her discovery ended up playing out how she had dreaded imagined. In fact; things had gone…very well. Feeling like she could now fully enjoy having found her new…potential; she finally relaxed and allowed herself to feel nothing but positive and happy for herself and in all her fulfillments.

Alastor felt this from her and things for him were only growing worse.

When they had seen the last of the artwork on display; Alastor took her hand. Looking at her; she saw his dark and hungry expression. It sent a hot coil into her belly; tightening and sending heat through her; and her need for him quickly simmered across each-and-every part of her.

He was pulling her with him; through a door that exited from the building and out into a dark and empty alley. Once the door had closed behind them; and finding themselves alone – Alastor pulled her into him and rather roughly, began kissing her.

His fervor surprised her; but she responded in kind. Her hands found and wrapped into his hair; clenching into fists; her body pressing against him and arching so that every piece of her was pressed against him. She gasped for air; his tongue slipping from her lips. She brought her face back to his and bit down on his lower lip; sharply – painfully – deliciously.

Alastor groaned. He was on fire. He remembered this feeling…his control sliding, slipping away. This felt just like their first night…together…one year ago.

He held her tightly in his arms; in the middle of the alley, well away from the wall. He had his own experiences with post-traumatic distress disorder and was careful not to trigger any awful memories for Adeline here.

Pressing her tightly into him with one arm; still kissing her, he reached behind her and with a twist of his wrist, he had a glowing-green portal form against the alley’s wall just behind her. Pulling her with him; he spun so that it was his back to the alley wall; his tongue entangled with hers, he leant back, holding her to him - and they fell together through the portal.

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Adeline barely could process that he had landed them skillfully in bed; they were in the dark of the cabin and he had somehow shifted smoothly into his radio demon form while they were falling. The portal above them closed in a whisp of green smoke and she realized that not only had he changed form; but that he was completely naked. 

He held her to him; still kissing her with a desperate abandon that she felt slowly and surely consuming her. Moving, he lifted himself on his knees and pulled her to him. He slid her dress so that he was shifting her legs; encouraging her to wrap them around his waist. He meant for her to sit straddled there, in his lap but they were finding resistance in her attire.

Exasperated, he growled. Sliding his hands behind her back, he gripped at the fabric and tore the seams; giving them more to work with.

She gasped with surprising delight; heat flooding her face.

Then, using the sharpened edge of one claw; he slid it down – from the nape just at the back of her neck down clear to her tail bone, cutting a ragged slit into the garment. In a rush, he pushed the fabric aside from her shoulders, pulling down. He was debating on whether he should tear her bra into pieces as well when he realized…she hadn’t been wearing one. The dress had formed so well to her body; that Adeline had felt comfortable going without one. Heat rushed across Alastor’s skin at the thought; his erection giving more than enough indication that the idea of it had pleased him.

Still working to get her fully undressed; Alastor slashed and cut at the remainder of the hanging tatters. Adeline had herself pressed tightly against him now; kissing him feverishly all across his face, jaw, neck and shoulders; blissfully hindering his efforts. When his job was done; he found yet a new sensuous discovery. She had gone the entirety of their evening in the dress…and nothing but.

Groaning; he hiked her hips so that she was finally wrapped around him – his standing member pressed between them. He shifted and angled their positions so that his tight shaft could rub against her seeping sex as he moved himself to grind against her. Gasping again; Adeline wrapped her arms around him and bowed herself against him; their bodies pressing into each other like the perfect pieces to a puzzle.

Alastor’s head bent; his antlers had become heavy, the bases widening, the points lengthening at a rapid pace. Adeline shuddered against him and he grunted, groaning into her mouth now. She was so wet for him that she was dripping; strings of it touching his legs and coating his penis.

They both were panting now, Adeline had began moaning; her body growing limp in his arms as she succumbed to her overwhelming feeling of pleasure. Alastor’s eyes were glowing vibrantly green in the dark of the cabin; casting eerie glows and shadows across Adeline’s sweating, heated skin and all throughout the room. His fire was only consuming him more.

He moved them so that she was pressed beneath him into the bed. He briefly had a feeling of déjà vu…a memory…remembering then of his earliest fantasy; wanting nothing more than to shift into something terrible; something long and creeping…not just to have Adeline but to take her… He fought to dismiss the thought. He knew he didn’t actually want that…but then again, he did. He did very, very much.

His mouth began watering…drool seeping from the corner of his mouth. Adeline twisted and moaned beneath him. She opened her legs; and he slid himself inside – not fully processing that he even had. He was lost in a haze; his hips moving, thrusting into her. She bent beneath him, crying out in her immense pleasure. He growled; his ears flattening against his head as he fought to regain himself…feeling himself slipping away.

A familiar coldness touched him; freezing droplets of sweat to his skin. Shadows creeping, crawling toward them.

No.

Alastor’s hips jerked, penetrating Adeline even deeper. Crying out beneath him again; it was almost a scream and he very nearly lost himself completely.

The shadows pressed in closer, reaching….seeking…

A menacing growl was building in Alastor’s chest, he was baring his teeth. He mistakenly bit his lip; blood seeping from the cut but the sharp point of brief pain brought him a pinpoint of clarity.

The approaching shadows paused; hovering threateningly.

Don’t you fucking dare.

Slowly, they slithered closer.

Something in him was building…consuming. Something that was starving and meant to feed.

Adeline was writhing beneath Alastor now; her screams filling the cabin as he thrust himself into her again and again…he was so precariously wavering on the edge of something; about to tip over that he had no way of telling if her shrieks were still of pleasure or of pain and fear…and it frightened him.

He could feel her climaxing; feeling her falling – breaking apart beneath him. The tentacles of darkness reaching to her; seeking just for her. Alastor fought to push them away; to send them anywhere else like he had before but they resisted him.

Don’t do this… He was pleading. Please.

The shadows were at the bed now; crawling across the covers.

Just…wait. Not now. Not yet.

The shadows kept coming. They had reached Adeline now. A small tendril twisted for her; about to t-

Alastor’s teeth clenched; realizing he could not stop this. He was falling apart at the seams himself now; and once that last shred of control slipped – it would be done. His lip split sharply as he strained; blood dripping from his lip. He was mentally present there still just enough to see the tendril flinch back, slightly.

Snarling, Alastor didn’t hesitate. Yanking an arm from around Adeline; he pulled it to his face and sunk his teeth into his own flesh. The incredible pain of it cleared his haze and the tendrils of shadow swiftly pulled themselves away, retreating to the edge of the bed and pausing just there. Gasping and screaming into his arm; his teeth still firmly planted; he dragged a clawed hand across his chest; cutting himself deeply and splashing blood across the bed.

The tendrils of shadow retreated swiftly and completely into the dark.

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Alastor wasted no time. He didn’t even take the chance of checking in on Adeline before making sure Niffty could send word to Rosie that he was coming and that he desperately needed her help. Now.

When he arrived to her Emporium, Rosie knew something had gone terribly wrong for Alastor.

She immediately helped him into the studio; and took him directly into the pentagram she had ready and set for him. He was covered in a great deal of blood and she solemnly mourned the tragedy that was his situation when she noted Niffty’s obvious and sudden distress…Alastor was covered in his own blood. Not someone else’s…

“Alastor, what the Hell has happened-?” Rosie started to ask.

“I need an exorcism, Rosie and I need it now.” He snarled; blood seeping from underneath his suit jacket and leaving a trail of droplets across the floor. “I recall that you have some experience in that sort of thing…”

“Of, course I do.” Rosie told him. One of her past husbands had a thing for creating shadow demons. Rosie had perfected a skillset in shadow work with her aiding him in his…hobbies. “But, Alastor isn’t that…drastic?”

“Heh,” He laughed, shakily. “Drastic times…”

“You know what will happen…when it’s done?” She asked him. “You’ll be left incredibly vulnerable…your power – it will be greatly limited. Is this something that is absolutely necessary?”

 “Yes, Rosie. It is.” Alastor groaned, he was becoming physically ill now. Something within him resisted this plan; was fighting against it – trying to force Alastor into submission.

That’s why we’re here you fucker… You did this.

“And, you know that once it’s done…there’s no going back.” Rosie needed to convey to Alastor. “Your shadow…he will no longer be fully apart of you. He will be his own complete and separate entity. He will be much harder to manage and there’s no guarantee that he will accept you again after this is all finished.”

“I know.” Alastor told her softly. “And, I know that he will need to be contained. You’re the only one I can trust to do this for me, Rosie. You have the power and I know that you’ll…you’ll keep him safe.”

“Alastor…” Rosie was moved; her heart went out to him knowing that he would only ever ask her of this; only ever really tell her this if he felt like he was left with no other choice.

Niffty was clamped to Alastor’s leg; her one eye-wide and starring at him; completely focused on him in her intense concern for him.

“It has to be now, though.” Alastor growled; shuddering against the internal war raging inside him. “I don’t have much time. I have to get back…”

As a participant in the reaping, Alastor had been granted free passage back and forth to earth. Part of this included some leniency in the time shifts between departures but these were still limited. If he missed the next time shift; it could be hours, days…months even before his return to Adeline. He couldn’t take that risk. He still didn’t know if she was even alive… He couldn’t feel her through their connection. This could mean that she was asleep, dead, or…

“Let’s do it then.” Rosie said, resigning herself to Alastor’s choice.

Alastor doubled-over. It felt like his shadow was throwing itself against him; fighting and tearing itself apart inside to prevent what was coming. The pentagram Alastor stood within prevented it from escaping or being able to take over completely, but it could give Alastor as bad of a time as it could to try.

“Come along, Niffty.” Rosie pulled her away from Alastor; the little thing clutching to him, refusing to let go. “It’s best you’re not here when this happens. It-it won’t be pleasant.” She looked at Alastor as they stepped out from the pentagram; confirming with him one last time that he accepted what may come. Gripping his chest now and sliding to his knees; Alastor met her gaze; and he nodded.

He didn’t feel Rosie dragging him; feel her pull him out from the confines of the pentagram when it was done. Rosie sat with him just outside it’s barrier; holding him while Niffty carefully worked to clean whatever hellish excrement she could from him.

When it happened; Alastor howled in such agony and anguish – he thought he might actually and truly lose all sense of sanity. He felt just like one of the wretched souls he had torn apart; felt like his terrible screams were so loud that he could actually be broadcasting them himself for all of Hell to hear. Rosie spoke truly; this was not pleasant. Alastor felt himself being torn; absolutely ripped apart. His body contorting and twisting in an awful fashion; vomit and spittle spewing from him throughout the process. His radio voice keened and it shrieked until his filter cut out completely; and he was left lying against the cold, wood floor broken and bleeding.

When Alastor finally came to – it was to the horrific screeching and keening of his shadow. Effectively contained within the pentagram; it threw itself again and again against the unholy barrier. Frenzied; it clawed, bit and spit; trying everything within its power to get back to Alastor.

Alastor starred up at the great and terrible thing; swallowing.

“Sorry, old friend…” He told it. “But, it had to be done…”

The shadow stopped its crazed struggling. Lowering, itself so that it was eye level to Alastor; the shadow focused on him – it hissed, low and trembling. Then, surprising Rosie; it gave a soft and pitiful whine, shrinking and slinking back slowly away into the confines of its new cell.

Gasping, Alastor moved so that his hand was pressed against the barrier; watching the shadow retreat and curl tightly within itself, remaining resignedly still now.

“Take care of it, Rosie.” Alastor breathed. “It will require…feeding, I’m afraid.”

“I am well aware.” Rosie told him; her and Niffty still sitting behind him. “And, I have the means – of course.”

 “I have to go.” Alastor groaned, struggling to get up.

“Alastor, you should rest, you-“

“I can’t.” He hissed at his pain; at the dizzying loss of strength. “I have to get back, I have to know if she’s…if I …“

He turned; standing shakily in front of them. His face – the expression on it – being of one of someone who was in complete and utter distress.

Niffty cried out – Rosie gasping - as both saw and realized that…Alastor was no longer smiling.  

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Chapter 16

[selineram3421]

May I please request an Alastor x reader oneshot where Alastor is still in denial he is in love, and honestly both of them are. However, someone at the hotel sets up reader on a date with someone else, and Alastor pretends he's fine with it, but internally it has him wrecked as he realizes he might have missed his chance. How does he handle it? Does he sabotage? Follow them? Is the person actually a good-enough person that can be trusted on a date or is this another hedonistic sinner only looking to score? What if they try something?

I also wanna know. Gimme gimme gimme.

A Flame In Your Heart

Romantic: Alastor X Reader Oneshot

Warning! ⚠

⚠ blood, mentions of human trafficking, sexist remarks, burning, thoughts of murder ⚠

~

After looking for your phone for thirty minutes, Charlie finds it and hands it over, but you notice an odd notification from an app you've never had.

Unlocking your phone, you see what it is. A fucking dating app and a check mark to show you've matched with someone.

"Charlie!", you gasp in surprise, flames sparking in your hair. "What the hell!?"

The princess gives an awkward smile in response. "Well.. I thought you could have some fun tonight, you know?", she shrugs.

You look down at your hellphone, frowning at the picture of the "matched" demon.

"This is crossing a line.", your frown deepening, your hair now literally on fire. "How did you even unlock my phone?", you ask.

"Angel saw you type in your password.", she says, now looking like a kicked puppy and no doubt feeling guilty. "I'm sorry."

"Fucking hell-", you pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh. "Never do this again. I get that we're friends but this isn't ok."

And now the blonde is pouting with puppy eyes.

You groan and roll your eyes, patting your hair to extinguish the flames, pulling her into a hug. "No, I don't hate you and I will go on this stupid date to keep you happy."

She squeals in delight and hugs you back, but quickly repeats a couple of ow's when you tighten the hug.

"I mean it, don't do it again.", you say and let her out of your death grip. "I'm telling Vaggie.", you say before running to find the moth demon.

"Wait, no!", the pricess gasps and runs after you.

.

Usually when hanging out with Alastor, you'd leave your phone off or on do not disturb, but today it was out in your hand while on your stroll through the park.

Curious on why the device was out, the red dressed demon taps you on the shoulder. "What's the matter dear? You've been sighing all day at that thing."

You look at him a bit surprised and put away your phone. "It's nothing important, just some dumb date.", you say and look ahead.

Alastor however, stops dead in his tracks. "Date?"

Turning to look back at him, you raise a brow and stammer a bit. "Uh..y-yeah? Charlie set it up, but I-", you explain and then sigh. "I'm just going for her."

"May I see?", he asks and does a hand gesture as he thinks of what it could be. "The text or whatever its on."

"Pfft-sure.", you laugh and walk up to him, taking out your phone and unlocking it. "She made me a profile on a dating app."

I'm gonna have to delete that later.

Pulling up the match on the app, you show him the picture of the demon.

"I don't know why this demon even agreed. I mean they're a fish and I'm basically a ball of fire.", you say and looking at the picture again. "That's a disaster waiting to happen."

Alastor stares at the image for a long time before speaking. "What are the details?"

"Hm? Oh, just some dinner at a bar.", you answer while putting your phone away. "I think near a club or something."

"Would you like me to escort you?", he asks.

"As much as I would like that, Charlie wouldn't let me hear the end of it if my date runs after seeing you.", you laugh.

He likes your laugh very much, its refreshing.

"Well, I hope everything goes swell!"

.

Everything was not going swell.

God this demon was so full of themself. Yes, Alastor has quite the ego but its not the size of Hell.

You smiled and laughed at the jokes that were actually funny, pretending to be distracted when they told terrible ones. The food hasn't even arrived yet and you want to barf.

Someone save me from this. I want to leave.

"And I told that bitch that she was only good for cooking and cleaning! Hahaha!"

Great...a sexist asshole. Not like Hell is running out of those.

"I like your tattoos.", you say to get away from whatever story that was.

"Yeah? I got them after a gig. Had to transport some stock, women and kids."

Yeah, no. Fuck this shit.

You stand up and use the excuse that you need to use the bathroom.

.

Alastor was lying on the couch, thinking for a long while. The feeling in his chest was back.

He had felt odd around you after your third encounter. Not thinking much of it, he pushed the odd fluttering to the side.

However, the feeling just got worse over time and he began to notice everything about you.

Your laugh, your smile, the way your nose scrunches when a sneeze is coming up. When your hair starts to spark when you're angry, surprised, or flustered. How you dance like fire. When your face starts to steam when you are embarrassed, turning a lovely red. The way your eyes glow. Your lips looking inviting after you've had a drink. How soft your voice gets when you're tired. When you sing..

He was unmistakably in love with you.

At the moment he was wondering if he should sabotage the date, kill your date, or just let you go through with it.

Then his 1920's candlestick telephone began to ring. Bringing the phone over, Alastor picks up the receiver and puts it to his ear. "Hello, Alastor speaking!", he says into the mouth piece.

"Alastor?", your voice comes through.

He sits straight up, taking in your tone of voice.

"What's wrong?", he asks.

"Sorry to bother.", you say. "Could you..help me ditch my date?"

"Oh?", he says, trying not to let it slip how happy he is to do so.

"It's dumb, but this demon is so..", you sigh. "They are just down right awful. Would it be alright if I just spent the night hanging out with you?", you ask.

"Not to worry darling! I'll be over in a bit, just wait in front of the establishment and I'll see you soon!", he says, summoning his coat and putting on his shoes.

"Thanks Al. You're the best.", you tell him the address and hang up soon after.

After fixing himself up, Alastor walks out of his radio statiom, humming a few songs as he makes his way over to the bar.

I'm feeling lucky!

.

You walk out of the bathroom, putting your phone away, going over to your table.

"Hey, so sorry to do this but I just got an emergency call from a friend! I've got to go.", you rush out, having to sell the act.

"What?", the fish demon frowns. "No the fuck you don't."

"I don't have time to explain, thank you for tonight but-", you start picking up your things, only to be stopped by your date.

"What do they need you for? We're on a date!", they growl, yanking your arm away from your jacket.

"Hey! What the fuck-!", you shout, feeling your hair start to heat up. "Let go."

"No! We are on a date, your friend should know when not to bother you!", the demon's grip tightens.

"Ow! I said let go!", you heat up your hand and place it on their arm.

The fish demon yells in pain, shoving you away. "You fucking cunt!"

It gets eerily quiet when the door opens.

Static crackles loudly as the Radio Demon steps into the bar.

"ĆΔŘ€ ŦØ Ř€Ƥ€ΔŦ ŦĦΔŦ?"

.

So after Alastor basically repainted the walls with your date's blood, you both headed out to take a walk in the park.

"You're fine, yes? How's your arm?", he asks, taking a glance at your arm.

"I'm fine, its nothing to worry about.", you smile a little.

You felt terrible for ruining his peaceful night.

He probably thinks I'm pathetic..

With your thought beginning to spiral, you don't notice that you've begun to frown.

"None of that my dear!", he places a hand on your cheek, turning your head to face him. "You're never fully dressed without a smile!"

You blush, your hair staring to spark.

"O-oh! Yeah, you're right.", you say looking away to hide your face.

Alastor smiles when steam starts to rise from your head, putting an arm around your waist as you continue to walk. "Let's make this night memorable!"

With a snap of his fingers you both teleport to a gazebo with vines and fairy lights, a table for two sits in the middle with food and wine.

"Wha-", you say in shock, eyes glowing brightly. "How did you know I haven't eaten yet?", you ask.

"I had a hunch.", he winks and guides you over to a chair, pulling it out for you to sit.

Once sitting down, he pushes your seat in and goes over to sit in the chair across from you.

"Tonight we have~", he goes to explain the dishes set out on the table before opening the bottle. "And a bottle of red wine."

Dinner with Alastor is amazing. You actually get to enjoy dinner while talking and laughing. Your heart skips a few beats everytime he smiles at you.

Now both of you walk on a bridge, the red sky darkening as it gets late.

"Thank you Alastor.", you say, stopping in the middle of the bridge. "For making my night better."

"It was a pleasure.", he says with a soft smile. "I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

Geez.

You blush and look to the side, sparks appearing in your hair.

His hand moves to hold your chin and tilts it up slightly. Your eyes go to look at him, seeing that he's leaning in and-

"Je suis amoureux de toi."

Alastor is kissing you.

A flame burns in your heart, making your chest glow.

This really is a memorable night.

~

I really liked this one!

~Seline, the person.

.

French Translation:

Je suis amoureux de toi. = I'm in love with you.

ML for Alastor🎙

[allastoredeer]

Hello I had this dream last night and I need to share it with you!!!

We know the whole crew is invited to the Cannibal Cookout for the weekend.

So I imagine Al is gonna let cameras take pictures of him and Lucifer, that way the headline of his relationship with the king of hell will reach the seven pentagram faster(it was showed that he can take pictures when he wants to, since vox kept one). But that also mean he is gonna be exposed for the first time in probably forever. Like he is known for his terrifying radio podcast, which means that not many ppl know about his true form, especially new born sinners. So I can only imagine the surprise of those people to see the radio demon , the scariest overlord of them all, being a cute deer with a a fluffy tail and all the package that comes with it. Also Alastor mentioned to Lucy to ‘Wear your Sunday best.”, which might imply that he is gonna wear something nice as well…

It would be hilarious if Half of hell will start simping for Alastor and downright ignoring Lucifer.

I can imagine the internet exploding with Alastor pictures and people going like 'aww his ears are moving’ or something, sinners go as far as make fan club about him, meanwhile a certain picture box is having a mental breakdown…

~Valentino: “u know u can just say it that u want him”

~Vox: “Alright alright fuck yea I do and so Does half of hell. God damn it”

Meanwhile Angel reading through the chaos Alastor just unleashed

“oh he is so stealing my job already”

Lmao

OFC In all of this Al is completely oblivious about the situation he caused, so the crew tries to keep him out the flow, to not freak him out, which it’s not hard at all, since the dude doesn’t have a phone, but he does get a bit suspicious when Lucifer makes him wear something to cover his upper body, almost as far as making him wear an hat and glasses lol(I don’t see Lucifer as being who enjoys losing himself on new trends and gossip on the internet, so Angel probably showed him a innocent picture of them, but Lucy made the bad choice to go read through the comments. Nonetheless to say he was scarred for life, and decided to take it upon himself to protect Alastor’s privacy)

Also Alastor can probably sense when someone takes pictures of him, twitching his eyes and tail but otherwise leaves it be for the sake of maintaining the charade.

This was it ehehe, I kinda felt bad I woke up from that dream, I honestly wanted to know how it ended.

Either way I can’t wait to see how u are planning to go with it. Cause I just know u are gonna make me love every second of it😆👌

thank you for listening

Ps I wrote this at 5 in the morning a week ago, and I am not sure if I already sent it to u or my mind is playing tricks to me…so I am sorry if u already got the message.

Heheheheh I love this! You have the BEST dreams. I'm so in love with most of Hell not knowing Alastor, or not really remembering what he looked like, since he's been gone (and Hell is expanding by the thousands every day, so of course there would be people who don't know him).

And so they see him for the first time and it's such a stark difference to what they were expecting XD He's developing a fan-base and Lucifer has to scare them all of (otherwise Alastor WILL murder. He will).

And no worries! I did get the ask from earlier! Sometimes, if it takes me a long time to get to an ask, that's because I want to draw some doodles for it like the pics above ^.^

[melodyonthewireless]

Chapter 11: Off the deep end, on the air... Out now!

Roses are red, violets are blue, this radio broadcast is especially for you.

or as a commenter said on the previous chapter... "Do you think she would like lilies, or this dead POS with a bow?"